when i arrived,
i dropped by the dog’s grave,
tamed all the thoughts of the ones
i could not save,
flipped the bird eastward
and feasted on homegrown,
tucked in my tie and drove
to the house you now own.
felt clean with my socks off
on old lighthouse pieces
and the sky i imagined
that the long stare increases.
give me the garden
and a space that is hers,
for the nights where the drawback
no longer occurs.
and the table top rested
with the folds on the side,
while the glasses slept nicely
and taught dew to abide.
there’s enough in the evidence
of sunken withal
in the light of elastics
creeping over death’s haul.
tossing the stuffed elephant
to catch it again
and again i’m am fearful
for the memory within.
and again i’m am fearful
for the memory within.
brought it back
temporary